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Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Cuy Gotta Eat.

On my way back from my host-cousin's wedding (see future post), I decided to take a detour and walk around the chacra behind our house. I really enjoy this place, especially at the end of the day, when the sun is setting. On this time out, I ran into Franklin and his mother (my neighbors) picking herbas/weeds for their cuy to eat, so I decided to help. They were much better at it than I was (and quick to tell me that the pile of weeds I had picked for the cuy would kill them, most of them were poisonous), but after 45 minutes we (they) had gathered a nice pile of herbage for the their cuy. The mother was too shy to have her picture taken, but here's Franklin and the cuy's food: